Someone Save My Midlife Tonight (Good To The Last Death #13)

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again…

Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional.

Three funerals without the deceased present? Crisis.

One wedding run by drag queens with questionable taste in music? Semi-crisis, but doable.

Dead showing up on my porch who have already crossed over? Colossal sh*tshow.

This is what forty looks like for me. But now I have an even bigger problem. The Higher Power wants my daughter. It’s not happening. Period.

With the love of my Immortal life by my side, along with the profane Keeper of Fate, a gaggle of mostly-intact ghosts, and...

I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again…

Whoever said life begins at forty must have been heavily medicated, drunk, or delusional.

Three funerals without the deceased present? Crisis.

One wedding run by drag queens with questionable taste in music? Semi-crisis, but doable.

Dead showing up on my porch who have already crossed over? Colossal sh*tshow.

This is what forty looks like for me. But now I have an even bigger problem. The Higher Power wants my daughter. It’s not happening. Period.

With the love of my Immortal life by my side, along with the profane Keeper of Fate, a gaggle of mostly-intact ghosts, and a few former enemies I’m going to end the madness once and for all. Hopefully, I don’t die trying.

Midlife’s a journey. Enjoy the ride. The crisis is definitely included.

However, anything, and I mean, anything, is possible as long as I believe.

Oh, and wine helps too.